Birds
As there is and we shall see,
Human´s persuading to control,
Isn´t there and will not be,
We´re not aloud to have it all
Yet trough distractions we have in life,
Sometimes in need for unconscious believe,
Those who despite the gravity of daily grind,
Are no dictators nor the sheep
Then you, my friend, like a grounded bird,
Are one of those, imperfect relieved,
Unexpectedly with wide open hands,
Magically filled to take away the grief.
Human´s persuading to control,
Isn´t there and will not be,
We´re not aloud to have it all
Yet trough distractions we have in life,
Sometimes in need for unconscious believe,
Those who despite the gravity of daily grind,
Are no dictators nor the sheep
Then you, my friend, like a grounded bird,
Are one of those, imperfect relieved,
Unexpectedly with wide open hands,
Magically filled to take away the grief.
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| Auteur: rosejolie | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maria | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 03 september 2010 | ||
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